Fic, An Enquiring Mind, Nick/Stephen, 18
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fredbassettTitle : An Enquiring Mind
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Just a little something inspired by the Cutter related discussion in Sunday Chat. It got a bit too long for a comment porn!
Nick pushed away the pile of papers in front of him with a very Scottish sounding sigh. “Stephen, can’t we pack it in for the day and go for a beer?” he asked, plaintively.
“You’ve got a tutorial group in fifty minutes, so stop making puppy dog eyes.”
“I bet they’d prefer you to me any day.”
“So you get to go for a cold beer while I have to struggle with a bunch of first years? Thanks but no thanks, Cutter. Besides, if you skive off again, the Dean will start whining.”
“It’s his default setting.”
“I’m starting to think he has a point.” Stephen pushed his chair away from the desk and leaned back, legs spread suggestively.
“Stephen, stop that!”
“Stop what?” Stephen looked up under lowered eyelashes, a slow grin forming.
“Stop being a prick-tease.”
Cutter’s assistant ran the tip of his tongue around his lips and dropped a hand down to his crotch, tugging at his jeans to accommodate a growing bulge.
“Stephen! The door’s not locked.” The ‘r’ rolled around the room, laden with alarm.
“So lock it, Cutter,” challenged Stephen, flipping the button of his jeans open and slowly running the zipper down.
“Christ, don’t you ever bother with underwear?” Another ‘r’ scurried after its mate.
Stephen drew his half-hard cock out of his jeans and started to stroke it. “The door, Cutter.”
Stephen watched in amusement as Nick let out a startled yelp, then crossed the room in three quick strides, pulled it open, furtively glancing up and down the corridor before moving the sign outside to the ‘Do Not Disturb’ position, then retreating into the safety of the room and turning the key in the lock. Another quick stride brought him over to Stephen, and then he was on his knees, leaning forward to nuzzle at Stephen’s dick.
Running his hands through his lover’s hair, making it stand up in surprised spikes, Stephen murmured, “Be nice to me and I’ll do the tutorial with you.”
“Am being nice to you,” Nick pointed out, licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of Stephen’s cock.
Stephen’s breath caught him his throat as Nick swirled his tongue around the rapidly engorging head. “Oh God, do that again, please.”
Nick chuckled and promptly obliged.
The sight of Nick Cutter, on his knees in his own office, lips wrapped greedily around him, was one Stephen knew he would never tire of. Stephen had always fancied men as well as women, but for Cutter, it had been a long, slow process, starting with comfort hugs as a by-product of too much alcohol after Helen’s disappearance, and culminating, six months later, in an awkward, messy kiss and a mutual hand-job, late one night in a tent.
The professor might have been a late-starter in same-sex relationships, but what he’d lacked in experience, he’d made up for with unbridled enthusiasm.
Nick leaned forward, taking Stephen as far into his mouth as he could manage without gagging. He hadn’t yet mastered the art of deep-throating, but it didn’t stop him trying. Stephen twined his fingers in Nick’s hair, breathing heavily now, and fighting the urge to thrust up into his lover’s mouth. Nick’s hands roamed up under his tee shirt, rolling Stephen’s nipples between finger and thumb, sending a spike of pleasure right to the tip of his dick. Nick chuckled and drew back for a moment, staring intently at Stephen’s cock.
“Do you realise it twitches when I do that?” he said, illustrating his point by pinching Stephen’s nipples again.
Watching his cock bob against his stomach entirely of its own volition, Stephen grinned. “Hardly a scientific test, Cutter.”
Nick pinched again, this time even harder. Stephen’s cock jumped obediently, and its owner watched a small bead of pre-come appear at the tip.
“Nonsense,” Nick retorted. “It’s knowledge attained through study or practice. That makes it science. I squeeze your nipples, your dick jumps … see. Works every time. It’s like there’s a string attached to it …”
Two hard nips later, Stephen was groaning low in his throat and starting to squirm.
The problem with Nick when he got fascinated by something was getting him back to the original task, and they only had a finite amount time left before bright-eyed, bushy-tailed first-years started knocking on the door.
Nick leaned forwards and licked off the drops of pre-come beading at the tip, then he settled back down to his nipple-squeezing experiment.
“Does it feel the same every time?” he asked, pausing long enough to tug Stephen’s jeans down over his hips and allow himself greater access to his cock and balls.
Stephen groaned again, this time in frustration. “Cutter, we haven’t got all afternoon!”
Nick glanced over at the clock and grinned. “No, but we’ve got forty minutes. That’s enough time for a decent experiment. I want to watch what happens to your balls when I do this, as well.”
Stephen’s answer got caught up in a sharp intake of breath occasioned by a particularly hard twist to his already over-sensitive nipples. His cock jerked, another drop of clear fluid leaked from his slit and Nick’s grin widened even further.
“Nick, please …”
Nick smiled, and as ever, his whole face lit up. Stephen always swore he needed to smile more often. Something Nick invariably denied. “I think if I do this enough, you’ll come.”
“I think if you do that enough, you’ll twist the bloody things off!”
“Let’s see, shall we?” said Nick, in the sort of voice he used talking to his students in the science labs.
This time, he used his nails when he pinched, Stephen was sure of it. He watched his cock bob up and down, leaving a shining snail-trail of fluid on his stomach. Nick was right, it really did happen every bloody time. He could feel the tightness in his balls now and he knew he was close. There was something about the look of rapt concentration on Nick’s face that he was finding impossibly alluring. It was that same look which had drawn Stephen to the eccentric professor so very long ago.
Nick looked up, mischief dancing in his blue eyes, then he pinched hard, twisting at the same time. In response, Stephen felt his orgasm hit him hard, tightening his balls and sending milky ribbons of come spurting out of his cock, to land on the tanned skin of his stomach. Another pinch, another spurt. He was groaning and squirming now, the sensations proving almost too intense for comfort.
“Cutter …”
The side of Nick’s mouth quirked upwards in a surprisingly boyish smile as he watched Stephen’s cock twitch again, finally spent.
“Tissues … desk drawer …” muttered Stephen, running his hands through Nick’s hair as he tried to bring his breathing under control.
“Who needs tissues?” queried Nick, bending his head to lick at the mess on Stephen’s stomach, and that sight did nothing at all to help Stephen’s breathing.
His lover’s warm tongue lapping around the head of his cock intensified the small after-shocks of pleasure dancing up and down Stephen’s spine. Nick was applying the same diligence to the clean-up operation as he had to making the mess in the first place.
“Gonna get me hard again, you bastard,” gasped Stephen, clutching at Nick’s hair.
“Good,” purred Nick, as he stretched up to share Stephen’s own taste with him in a deep, wet kiss.
“What about the tutorial group?”
“It got rearranged to tomorrow morning at 10. Didn’t I tell you?”
Stephen growled again and started kissing Nick back, torn between the desire to head home to the comfort of a bed, and the equally pressing need to bend the professor over his desk and see if he could get Nick to come simply from being fucked hard up the arse.
All in the spirit of scientific enquiry, of course.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Just a little something inspired by the Cutter related discussion in Sunday Chat. It got a bit too long for a comment porn!
Nick pushed away the pile of papers in front of him with a very Scottish sounding sigh. “Stephen, can’t we pack it in for the day and go for a beer?” he asked, plaintively.
“You’ve got a tutorial group in fifty minutes, so stop making puppy dog eyes.”
“I bet they’d prefer you to me any day.”
“So you get to go for a cold beer while I have to struggle with a bunch of first years? Thanks but no thanks, Cutter. Besides, if you skive off again, the Dean will start whining.”
“It’s his default setting.”
“I’m starting to think he has a point.” Stephen pushed his chair away from the desk and leaned back, legs spread suggestively.
“Stephen, stop that!”
“Stop what?” Stephen looked up under lowered eyelashes, a slow grin forming.
“Stop being a prick-tease.”
Cutter’s assistant ran the tip of his tongue around his lips and dropped a hand down to his crotch, tugging at his jeans to accommodate a growing bulge.
“Stephen! The door’s not locked.” The ‘r’ rolled around the room, laden with alarm.
“So lock it, Cutter,” challenged Stephen, flipping the button of his jeans open and slowly running the zipper down.
“Christ, don’t you ever bother with underwear?” Another ‘r’ scurried after its mate.
Stephen drew his half-hard cock out of his jeans and started to stroke it. “The door, Cutter.”
Stephen watched in amusement as Nick let out a startled yelp, then crossed the room in three quick strides, pulled it open, furtively glancing up and down the corridor before moving the sign outside to the ‘Do Not Disturb’ position, then retreating into the safety of the room and turning the key in the lock. Another quick stride brought him over to Stephen, and then he was on his knees, leaning forward to nuzzle at Stephen’s dick.
Running his hands through his lover’s hair, making it stand up in surprised spikes, Stephen murmured, “Be nice to me and I’ll do the tutorial with you.”
“Am being nice to you,” Nick pointed out, licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of Stephen’s cock.
Stephen’s breath caught him his throat as Nick swirled his tongue around the rapidly engorging head. “Oh God, do that again, please.”
Nick chuckled and promptly obliged.
The sight of Nick Cutter, on his knees in his own office, lips wrapped greedily around him, was one Stephen knew he would never tire of. Stephen had always fancied men as well as women, but for Cutter, it had been a long, slow process, starting with comfort hugs as a by-product of too much alcohol after Helen’s disappearance, and culminating, six months later, in an awkward, messy kiss and a mutual hand-job, late one night in a tent.
The professor might have been a late-starter in same-sex relationships, but what he’d lacked in experience, he’d made up for with unbridled enthusiasm.
Nick leaned forward, taking Stephen as far into his mouth as he could manage without gagging. He hadn’t yet mastered the art of deep-throating, but it didn’t stop him trying. Stephen twined his fingers in Nick’s hair, breathing heavily now, and fighting the urge to thrust up into his lover’s mouth. Nick’s hands roamed up under his tee shirt, rolling Stephen’s nipples between finger and thumb, sending a spike of pleasure right to the tip of his dick. Nick chuckled and drew back for a moment, staring intently at Stephen’s cock.
“Do you realise it twitches when I do that?” he said, illustrating his point by pinching Stephen’s nipples again.
Watching his cock bob against his stomach entirely of its own volition, Stephen grinned. “Hardly a scientific test, Cutter.”
Nick pinched again, this time even harder. Stephen’s cock jumped obediently, and its owner watched a small bead of pre-come appear at the tip.
“Nonsense,” Nick retorted. “It’s knowledge attained through study or practice. That makes it science. I squeeze your nipples, your dick jumps … see. Works every time. It’s like there’s a string attached to it …”
Two hard nips later, Stephen was groaning low in his throat and starting to squirm.
The problem with Nick when he got fascinated by something was getting him back to the original task, and they only had a finite amount time left before bright-eyed, bushy-tailed first-years started knocking on the door.
Nick leaned forwards and licked off the drops of pre-come beading at the tip, then he settled back down to his nipple-squeezing experiment.
“Does it feel the same every time?” he asked, pausing long enough to tug Stephen’s jeans down over his hips and allow himself greater access to his cock and balls.
Stephen groaned again, this time in frustration. “Cutter, we haven’t got all afternoon!”
Nick glanced over at the clock and grinned. “No, but we’ve got forty minutes. That’s enough time for a decent experiment. I want to watch what happens to your balls when I do this, as well.”
Stephen’s answer got caught up in a sharp intake of breath occasioned by a particularly hard twist to his already over-sensitive nipples. His cock jerked, another drop of clear fluid leaked from his slit and Nick’s grin widened even further.
“Nick, please …”
Nick smiled, and as ever, his whole face lit up. Stephen always swore he needed to smile more often. Something Nick invariably denied. “I think if I do this enough, you’ll come.”
“I think if you do that enough, you’ll twist the bloody things off!”
“Let’s see, shall we?” said Nick, in the sort of voice he used talking to his students in the science labs.
This time, he used his nails when he pinched, Stephen was sure of it. He watched his cock bob up and down, leaving a shining snail-trail of fluid on his stomach. Nick was right, it really did happen every bloody time. He could feel the tightness in his balls now and he knew he was close. There was something about the look of rapt concentration on Nick’s face that he was finding impossibly alluring. It was that same look which had drawn Stephen to the eccentric professor so very long ago.
Nick looked up, mischief dancing in his blue eyes, then he pinched hard, twisting at the same time. In response, Stephen felt his orgasm hit him hard, tightening his balls and sending milky ribbons of come spurting out of his cock, to land on the tanned skin of his stomach. Another pinch, another spurt. He was groaning and squirming now, the sensations proving almost too intense for comfort.
“Cutter …”
The side of Nick’s mouth quirked upwards in a surprisingly boyish smile as he watched Stephen’s cock twitch again, finally spent.
“Tissues … desk drawer …” muttered Stephen, running his hands through Nick’s hair as he tried to bring his breathing under control.
“Who needs tissues?” queried Nick, bending his head to lick at the mess on Stephen’s stomach, and that sight did nothing at all to help Stephen’s breathing.
His lover’s warm tongue lapping around the head of his cock intensified the small after-shocks of pleasure dancing up and down Stephen’s spine. Nick was applying the same diligence to the clean-up operation as he had to making the mess in the first place.
“Gonna get me hard again, you bastard,” gasped Stephen, clutching at Nick’s hair.
“Good,” purred Nick, as he stretched up to share Stephen’s own taste with him in a deep, wet kiss.
“What about the tutorial group?”
“It got rearranged to tomorrow morning at 10. Didn’t I tell you?”
Stephen growled again and started kissing Nick back, torn between the desire to head home to the comfort of a bed, and the equally pressing need to bend the professor over his desk and see if he could get Nick to come simply from being fucked hard up the arse.
All in the spirit of scientific enquiry, of course.
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Date: 2009-08-23 07:27 pm (UTC)That was damn hot, m'dear! :D
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Date: 2009-08-23 09:19 pm (UTC)It seems that whenever I write these two it's always a blow-job!
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Date: 2009-08-23 08:07 pm (UTC)One day Nick will drive Stephen crazy with his scientific interest.;)
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Date: 2009-08-23 08:07 pm (UTC)And we've got to see the results of Stephen's experiment . . . *g*.
*Does puppy-dog eyes*
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Date: 2009-08-24 07:00 am (UTC)That was a lot of fun and really, really hot! :D
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Date: 2009-08-24 10:19 am (UTC)Glad they locked the door, though I hope Pinky and Perky aren't too sore! LOL re Cutter's 'r's and him holding back some vital info (but not holding back on anything else *VEG*)
////culminating, six months later, in an awkward, messy kiss and a mutual hand-job, late one night in a tent.////
And kept on culminating... Love these two when they're together and so hawt.
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Date: 2009-08-24 10:49 am (UTC)Nick is adorable with mussed hair and mischief in mind :)
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